Work goes easier than expected, I wasn't as behind as I thought I would be, and easily caught up on my paperwork. Come lunch time, my secretary told me that the art gallery had called her on Friday asking if she could return the painting and the mix up. I chuckle and tell her that's too bad, I'm keeping it but the artist knows that already.
My secretary, bless her heart, rolls her eyes, and shakes her head at my smile. However, she pats my arm and tells me she's happy that I finally found someone. I head to the facility to meet with my patients, and as soon as I walk through the door, I'm greeted by David, rolling out of the common room.
"Doc, man where have you been?" He asks, rolling over in his wheel chair.
"Hey David, sorry about that, but I caught a nasty flu and had to stay home." I open up my office and walk in, him following close behind me.
"Did my sister make things right between you two?"
"She took care of me, while I was sick." Is all I tell him.
"Alright, cool. I'll let you get to your other patients, see you in a while doc." He waves as he pops a wheelie, pushing himself out the door.
I take care of my other patients and fill out their paperwork before going to get David. He was outside with another patient, talking and having a cigarette. When David saw me he put out the cigarette and stuck it in his pocket and started rolling my way.
"Hey David, you ready?" I ask opening up the door for him.
"Sure thing doc. You're not going to give me a sermon about me smoking?" He asks as he rolls inside.
"You're a grown man, not a child. Only you can make personal choices like that. I can advise but why should I, you already know the consequences." I walk us over to the office and look around for Sarina.
"She's going to be a few minutes late, doc. She already called me. She said something about a rule, whatever that means." He says as he rolls over and grabs a tissue and begins to cough into it. He hacks up more bright red blood and mucus, before clearing his throat and spitting.
I let him drink some water, before we begin.
"Are you going to tell your sister?" I ask him, making sure of what he plans on doing.
He sighs, "I was going to tell her Friday, but she got a phone call about you and left in a hurry. I don't know if I have the will to do it today though."
"And why is that?"
"Because things are good again between you two. She's going to get mad about it and she'll vent it by taking it out on you for not telling her, even if you couldn't because of your job. I don't want her doing that, that's why I was going to tell her Friday without you here that way she couldn't get upset with you."
"Thank you for taking that into consideration David, but you really should tell her. The longer you wait, the more upset she'll be. You knew before the accident, I've only known since we've met." I remind him.
"Yeah, yeah, I know doc." He shrugs as a knock is heard through the door.
"Dr. Huller, Sarina McNeal is here." One of the nurses opens the door to let me know, but has an odd look on her face.
"Thank you, let her in please." Not sure what that look was about I shake my head, but when Sarina walks in, I think I know why.
An instant hard on pops up, straining in my slacks, and I'm suddenly glad we have a desk between us.
She wears a skin tight black dress, with an open cowl back, that her hem stops at her mid thigh. Black pantyhose run up under it, with her black high heels on. Her hair is up in a messy bun, looking, sexy, sophisticated, and every bit of a seductress. What I wouldn't give to bend her over this table and ....
"Damn..." I mutter and her ears catch it, making her smile wickedly.
David, however, starts going off on her. "What the hell?! Can you even bend over in that?! I know you're beautiful Sarina, but you don't need this kind of attention!"
She turns to her brother with a roll of her eyes, before taking a seat, "Hello to you too, brother. Don't worry, David. I only wore this here. I have black slacks that I actually wear with this, but I got something on them, they're drying in my car. I knew I could get away with this as a dress so I did."
She perks an eyebrow up at me, "Brian. You okay over there?"
I clear my throat, "Yes, shall we begin?"
We go over things, a bit more delicately than before, but it's easy to see that their parents were cruel without touching them physically on a daily basis. More so to Sarina, but David would defend her and get his own verbal abuse, he just had thicker skin and felt someone needed to protect her. By the end of the session, Sarina was crying hugging her brother tightly in his chair, while my eyes were everywhere except for looking at them. Sarina's dress as she bent over was showing off that she was not wearing underwear under her black pantyhose.
Before I was about to wrap things up here though, David pushed her back from him a little bit.
"Sarina, I need to tell you something." He says all seriously.
"What David?" She asks, still slightly bent over.
"I don't know how to tell you this, but..."
"Just tell me, bubba."
"I can see your reflection in the windows and know you're not wearing underwear." He says, bet red and obviously uncomfortable.
She stands up and pulls her dress down, covering her face. "Sorry." She whispers mortified.
"Yeah, you should be apologizing to doc here. He was polite and looked away. I'm out of here doc, I just ... yeah." He rolls out of the office and she looks to me.
"Well um... " she smiles awkwardly, "That just happened."
I walk over to the door and lock it, take her hand and pull her up, quickly. "Well, congratulations, Sarina. I've broken your rule twice today in front of you." I flip her around so that her back is to me, letting her feel my erection through my pants.
I can feel her heartbeat through her chest as I fondle her breast and move my other hand down between her legs.
She lets out a little moan, but I'm quick to tell her, "Quiet. Don't want anybody hearing now do we?" I feel her wetness through her panty hose, moving my middle finger in circles over her clit. She gasps and clutches onto my neck with one hand thrown over her shoulder. I bite and kiss her neck, whispering into her ear.
"I want you to remember, what a naughty little vixen you are later. That you resorted to underhanded measures to make sure I broke the rule, when I already would have had issues today. I've broken your rule twice with out you even around me. So, that's four times for me. So think of a really good punishment because, when you're done. I'm going to punish you too."
I step back and away from her, sticking my middle finger in my mouth as she watches with wide but hungry eyes.
"See you at the club tonight then, seven?" She prowls over to me.
"Make it six. You'll need your rest afterwards." I inform her.
She kisses me deeply, before ending our kiss abruptly, "Six it is. I'll be waiting, Dr. Huller." She purrs, before pulling her dress down, and shaking her ass the way she struts for the door. She leaves with a smile and a wink my way, leaving me with a hard on from hell and a desire to tie her up and punish her badly.
Knowing bondage is off the list though, I'm going to have to be creative.
I finish up my paperwork here and let my erection go down before I head on out. I stop by the office and finish up what I can before grabbing a quick bite to eat and heading to the club. I had my work out and spare clothes in my bag, so I didn't have to stop and pick up anything. I send Lance a quick message telling him I won't be there for our workout and enter the club through the back, putting my bag in my room. I set things up in the room that I know are on her list of can do's and go to the bar.
"Hey Simon. How ya doing tonight?" I ask, taking a seat at the bar.
"Hey there hot stuff. Not too bad. What brings you here tonight?" Simon asks, making me a drink.
"Oh well, Sarina will be coming by in about twenty minutes. We'll be using my room." I smile taking a sip of my drink.
"Sarina... that was the chick from the other morning, her car was all smashed up?" Simon frowns looking at the clubs main entrance.
"Yeah.."
Simon cuts me off quickly, "Fuck, just go to your room. Lucy's here." Simon says under his breath.
I'm frozen for a second as his eyes widen and he motions for me to go now.
"Brian..." A honeyed, sing song, voice comes purring up behind me.
Damn it. It's Lucy, an old sub of mine that went her own way with a new dom about two years ago. She lived for drama and finding ways to be punished.
"Lucy." I say curtly, not bothering to turn around now that she knew it was me.
"Not going to say hello?" She asks, sounding wounded, but runs her hands up my back.
"Get your hands off of me, Lucy." I say with venom.
"But why? You never turned my touch away before..." She leans up closer to my ear and I jerk away and get up from the seat.
"LUCY, I SAID KEEP YOUR HANDS OFF OF ME." I said firmly, stepping away from the bar, only for Sarina to come into my vision.
Lucy, not getting the picture, takes a step forward to place a hand on my chest, "Oh come on, Brian, you know I'm a brat and love a challenge."
Sarina steps in between Lucy and me, placing a hand in front of her. "He did not give his consent to be touched, in fact he plainly said to keep your hands off of him. Are you able to grasp the concept of No, or are you just inclined to think it doesn't pertain to you."
Lucy cracks a smile at Sarina, "Oh... territorial are we, now." She turns her focus to me, "I don't mind you playing with a new toy, Brian. Do let me know when you tire of the boring thing." She says before trying to strut away.
"Get over yourself, Lucy." I shake my head in disgust at her and wrap my arms around Sarina. "Come on, she's just trying to cause problems. That's all she does."
Simon leans over the bar, "Here love, don't you worry about what that bitch says. She's notorious for trying to start shit. She's not worth the air she breathes." He places a drink in her hand and hands me another one. "Go enjoy yourselves, I'll make sure Lance and Jack know what she's up to." Simon waves us away and I pull a shaking Sarina to my room.